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#poetry #poet
I did it. Against all odds, I did it.
#nanowrimo
#nanowrimo
November 30, 2025 at 11:12 PM
I did it. Against all odds, I did it.
#nanowrimo
#nanowrimo
Approach
20251124
They sense a form of winter
drawing near;
the air brings them
the bleakest news,
I fear.
They bow
and thin
and weaken—
dappled dun,
and seldom rouse,
not even for the sun.
Their tiny souls
reverberate—
mine resonates
their dread,
especially when
I ponder on
the empty days
ahead.
20251124
They sense a form of winter
drawing near;
the air brings them
the bleakest news,
I fear.
They bow
and thin
and weaken—
dappled dun,
and seldom rouse,
not even for the sun.
Their tiny souls
reverberate—
mine resonates
their dread,
especially when
I ponder on
the empty days
ahead.
Approach
They sense a form of winter drawing near…
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November 24, 2025 at 3:43 PM
Approach
20251124
They sense a form of winter
drawing near;
the air brings them
the bleakest news,
I fear.
They bow
and thin
and weaken—
dappled dun,
and seldom rouse,
not even for the sun.
Their tiny souls
reverberate—
mine resonates
their dread,
especially when
I ponder on
the empty days
ahead.
20251124
They sense a form of winter
drawing near;
the air brings them
the bleakest news,
I fear.
They bow
and thin
and weaken—
dappled dun,
and seldom rouse,
not even for the sun.
Their tiny souls
reverberate—
mine resonates
their dread,
especially when
I ponder on
the empty days
ahead.
Train
20251120
A year is such a heavy thing—
not just the part
you wear about your neck,
but too the train that falls behind
and drags along
as you attempt to move.
Each step becomes a herculean task—
then comes the day
when you'd do anything
to cast the dreadful
cursèd thing
away.
#poem #poetry
20251120
A year is such a heavy thing—
not just the part
you wear about your neck,
but too the train that falls behind
and drags along
as you attempt to move.
Each step becomes a herculean task—
then comes the day
when you'd do anything
to cast the dreadful
cursèd thing
away.
#poem #poetry
Train
A year is such a heavy thing—
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November 21, 2025 at 4:12 PM
If I spent as much time writing as I spend doing piddly pointless things when I'm supposed to be writing…
#writing #amwriting #procrastination
#writing #amwriting #procrastination
November 21, 2025 at 3:08 PM
If I spent as much time writing as I spend doing piddly pointless things when I'm supposed to be writing…
#writing #amwriting #procrastination
#writing #amwriting #procrastination
Longsuffering
20251119
We too may love intensely
for a time,
but where love shows
its truest face
is in those long, dark,
waiting hours
and days
and lifetimes
when all other spirits
fade
and dry
and fall
away.
#poem #poetry
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20251119
We too may love intensely
for a time,
but where love shows
its truest face
is in those long, dark,
waiting hours
and days
and lifetimes
when all other spirits
fade
and dry
and fall
away.
#poem #poetry
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Longsuffering
We too may love intensely…
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November 19, 2025 at 3:07 PM
Longsuffering
20251119
We too may love intensely
for a time,
but where love shows
its truest face
is in those long, dark,
waiting hours
and days
and lifetimes
when all other spirits
fade
and dry
and fall
away.
#poem #poetry
www.wordspace.zone/longsuffering/
20251119
We too may love intensely
for a time,
but where love shows
its truest face
is in those long, dark,
waiting hours
and days
and lifetimes
when all other spirits
fade
and dry
and fall
away.
#poem #poetry
www.wordspace.zone/longsuffering/
Lessons
20251118
We fell into the embers
of a fire that never burned
quite right,
and found a warmth around us
of a kind that didn't feel
quite right—
no worries, though,
we both can go,
pretending lessons
have been learned
tonight.
#poem #poetry
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20251118
We fell into the embers
of a fire that never burned
quite right,
and found a warmth around us
of a kind that didn't feel
quite right—
no worries, though,
we both can go,
pretending lessons
have been learned
tonight.
#poem #poetry
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Lessons
We fell into the embers…
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November 18, 2025 at 3:38 PM
Lessons
20251118
We fell into the embers
of a fire that never burned
quite right,
and found a warmth around us
of a kind that didn't feel
quite right—
no worries, though,
we both can go,
pretending lessons
have been learned
tonight.
#poem #poetry
www.wordspace.zone/lessons/
20251118
We fell into the embers
of a fire that never burned
quite right,
and found a warmth around us
of a kind that didn't feel
quite right—
no worries, though,
we both can go,
pretending lessons
have been learned
tonight.
#poem #poetry
www.wordspace.zone/lessons/
Those of you writing novels this month: Where do your characters get their names? People you know? Name generator? Names you’ve always liked?
I’m genuinely curious…
#writing #amwriting
I’m genuinely curious…
#writing #amwriting
November 18, 2025 at 3:38 AM
Those of you writing novels this month: Where do your characters get their names? People you know? Name generator? Names you’ve always liked?
I’m genuinely curious…
#writing #amwriting
I’m genuinely curious…
#writing #amwriting
Severed
20251116
Some severed thought—
a half-born sense
allowed no light—
did try to warn me
of this night.
I did not give it
space to grow,
and that will ever
grieve me so.
If only I had
fed it well,
I’d have no tale
of woe to tell.
#poem #poetry
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20251116
Some severed thought—
a half-born sense
allowed no light—
did try to warn me
of this night.
I did not give it
space to grow,
and that will ever
grieve me so.
If only I had
fed it well,
I’d have no tale
of woe to tell.
#poem #poetry
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Severed
Some severed thought—
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November 17, 2025 at 4:22 PM
Severed
20251116
Some severed thought—
a half-born sense
allowed no light—
did try to warn me
of this night.
I did not give it
space to grow,
and that will ever
grieve me so.
If only I had
fed it well,
I’d have no tale
of woe to tell.
#poem #poetry
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20251116
Some severed thought—
a half-born sense
allowed no light—
did try to warn me
of this night.
I did not give it
space to grow,
and that will ever
grieve me so.
If only I had
fed it well,
I’d have no tale
of woe to tell.
#poem #poetry
www.wordspace.zone/severed/
Failure
20251115
There’s comfort in failure.
A calm relief.
A voice that says,
“You see? It’s true;
you never should have tried.”
But some of us
would rather try
and fail
three hundred times—
and then again
three hundred more—
than let that lying voice
soothe us to sleep.
#poem #poetry
20251115
There’s comfort in failure.
A calm relief.
A voice that says,
“You see? It’s true;
you never should have tried.”
But some of us
would rather try
and fail
three hundred times—
and then again
three hundred more—
than let that lying voice
soothe us to sleep.
#poem #poetry
Failure
There's comfort in failure…
www.wordspace.zone
November 15, 2025 at 6:27 PM
Days Like These
20251111
I told you
there'd be days like these—
dark days of pain
and mirth
and nights of fear
in misery
wracked with
the pangs of birth
without the sound
of mewling child
to ease
the troubled mind
but only aching
emptiness—
no respite,
till we find…
#poem #poetry
20251111
I told you
there'd be days like these—
dark days of pain
and mirth
and nights of fear
in misery
wracked with
the pangs of birth
without the sound
of mewling child
to ease
the troubled mind
but only aching
emptiness—
no respite,
till we find…
#poem #poetry
Days Like These
I told you there'd be days like these—
www.wordspace.zone
November 12, 2025 at 6:18 PM
In Progress
20251111
Your dreams are always happening;
you join them in progress.
Have you ever known a dream
to have a beginning?
Or an end?
You enter
and depart
while they play on—
and who can say
what mysteries we miss
while we're awake?
#poem #poetry
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20251111
Your dreams are always happening;
you join them in progress.
Have you ever known a dream
to have a beginning?
Or an end?
You enter
and depart
while they play on—
and who can say
what mysteries we miss
while we're awake?
#poem #poetry
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In Progress
Your dreams are always happening…
www.wordspace.zone
November 11, 2025 at 4:35 PM
In Progress
20251111
Your dreams are always happening;
you join them in progress.
Have you ever known a dream
to have a beginning?
Or an end?
You enter
and depart
while they play on—
and who can say
what mysteries we miss
while we're awake?
#poem #poetry
www.wordspace.zone/in-progress/
20251111
Your dreams are always happening;
you join them in progress.
Have you ever known a dream
to have a beginning?
Or an end?
You enter
and depart
while they play on—
and who can say
what mysteries we miss
while we're awake?
#poem #poetry
www.wordspace.zone/in-progress/
Exchange Rates
20251106
Parent's Damn = 1.0000
Doctor's Damn = 0.7500
Lab Tech's Damn = 0.4520
Tinker's Damn = 0.0210
Writer's Damn = 0.00065
Poet's Damn = 0.000000186
#poem #poetry
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20251106
Parent's Damn = 1.0000
Doctor's Damn = 0.7500
Lab Tech's Damn = 0.4520
Tinker's Damn = 0.0210
Writer's Damn = 0.00065
Poet's Damn = 0.000000186
#poem #poetry
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Exchange Rates
Exchange Rates
www.wordspace.zone
November 7, 2025 at 4:03 PM
Exchange Rates
20251106
Parent's Damn = 1.0000
Doctor's Damn = 0.7500
Lab Tech's Damn = 0.4520
Tinker's Damn = 0.0210
Writer's Damn = 0.00065
Poet's Damn = 0.000000186
#poem #poetry
www.wordspace.zone/exchange-rat...
20251106
Parent's Damn = 1.0000
Doctor's Damn = 0.7500
Lab Tech's Damn = 0.4520
Tinker's Damn = 0.0210
Writer's Damn = 0.00065
Poet's Damn = 0.000000186
#poem #poetry
www.wordspace.zone/exchange-rat...
Eight Minutes
20251031
You have eight minutes.
What will you write about?
The dark chocolate and marzipan
you just ate?
The chill in the air?
Smiles
beneath undulations
of dark walnut…
The hand that slipped
into yours
when you didn't expect it…
The longest of empty days
and days
between…
20251031
You have eight minutes.
What will you write about?
The dark chocolate and marzipan
you just ate?
The chill in the air?
Smiles
beneath undulations
of dark walnut…
The hand that slipped
into yours
when you didn't expect it…
The longest of empty days
and days
between…
Eight Minutes
You have eight minutes…
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November 6, 2025 at 4:47 PM
Eight Minutes
20251031
You have eight minutes.
What will you write about?
The dark chocolate and marzipan
you just ate?
The chill in the air?
Smiles
beneath undulations
of dark walnut…
The hand that slipped
into yours
when you didn't expect it…
The longest of empty days
and days
between…
20251031
You have eight minutes.
What will you write about?
The dark chocolate and marzipan
you just ate?
The chill in the air?
Smiles
beneath undulations
of dark walnut…
The hand that slipped
into yours
when you didn't expect it…
The longest of empty days
and days
between…
Chocolate
20251031
Chocolates
taste more like
wax and plastic
every year
and less
and less
like chocolate.
I’m sure they think
that we don’t notice
as they degrade it
little by little.
Fools…
Resist. Expose. Shame them.
Demand better.
#poem #poetry
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20251031
Chocolates
taste more like
wax and plastic
every year
and less
and less
like chocolate.
I’m sure they think
that we don’t notice
as they degrade it
little by little.
Fools…
Resist. Expose. Shame them.
Demand better.
#poem #poetry
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Chocolate
The chocolates taste…
www.wordspace.zone
November 5, 2025 at 3:11 PM
Chocolate
20251031
Chocolates
taste more like
wax and plastic
every year
and less
and less
like chocolate.
I’m sure they think
that we don’t notice
as they degrade it
little by little.
Fools…
Resist. Expose. Shame them.
Demand better.
#poem #poetry
www.wordspace.zone/chocolate
20251031
Chocolates
taste more like
wax and plastic
every year
and less
and less
like chocolate.
I’m sure they think
that we don’t notice
as they degrade it
little by little.
Fools…
Resist. Expose. Shame them.
Demand better.
#poem #poetry
www.wordspace.zone/chocolate
Content
20251029
I’m content—
is that a bad thing to be?
Should I be striving for something?
Unsatisfied? Thirsty? Obsessed?
Burning with ambition?
What’s wrong with
just sitting quietly
and appreciating
how everything
fits together
right now?
#poem #poetry
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20251029
I’m content—
is that a bad thing to be?
Should I be striving for something?
Unsatisfied? Thirsty? Obsessed?
Burning with ambition?
What’s wrong with
just sitting quietly
and appreciating
how everything
fits together
right now?
#poem #poetry
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Content
I'm content—
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November 4, 2025 at 8:10 PM
Content
20251029
I’m content—
is that a bad thing to be?
Should I be striving for something?
Unsatisfied? Thirsty? Obsessed?
Burning with ambition?
What’s wrong with
just sitting quietly
and appreciating
how everything
fits together
right now?
#poem #poetry
www.wordspace.zone/content
20251029
I’m content—
is that a bad thing to be?
Should I be striving for something?
Unsatisfied? Thirsty? Obsessed?
Burning with ambition?
What’s wrong with
just sitting quietly
and appreciating
how everything
fits together
right now?
#poem #poetry
www.wordspace.zone/content
Aardvark of Dusk
20251029
The aardvark of dusk
creeps sluggishly in
with nary a sign
of where he has been.
He pays us no mind
as he settles in place—
no mood or intent
can be read on his face.
1/2
20251029
The aardvark of dusk
creeps sluggishly in
with nary a sign
of where he has been.
He pays us no mind
as he settles in place—
no mood or intent
can be read on his face.
1/2
Aardvark of Dusk
The aardvark of dusk…
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November 3, 2025 at 10:47 PM
Aardvark of Dusk
20251029
The aardvark of dusk
creeps sluggishly in
with nary a sign
of where he has been.
He pays us no mind
as he settles in place—
no mood or intent
can be read on his face.
1/2
20251029
The aardvark of dusk
creeps sluggishly in
with nary a sign
of where he has been.
He pays us no mind
as he settles in place—
no mood or intent
can be read on his face.
1/2
October Ends
20221031
October ends
before it seems begun,
and in the dark of morning
all is soft.
October rains
have come and gone
and left an air
of winter here.
It settles in
to every crack
and corner
that it finds.
It owns this place
and all of us—
but only
for a time.
#poem #poetry
20221031
October ends
before it seems begun,
and in the dark of morning
all is soft.
October rains
have come and gone
and left an air
of winter here.
It settles in
to every crack
and corner
that it finds.
It owns this place
and all of us—
but only
for a time.
#poem #poetry
October Ends
October ends…
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October 31, 2025 at 2:51 PM
Lost Heart
20251016
Found:
Lost Heart
Dented and dragged about
but still seems to be
in working order—
mostly.
Free to a good home.
No refunds.
No exchanges.
No returns.
#poem #poetry
www.wordspace.zone/lost-heart/
20251016
Found:
Lost Heart
Dented and dragged about
but still seems to be
in working order—
mostly.
Free to a good home.
No refunds.
No exchanges.
No returns.
#poem #poetry
www.wordspace.zone/lost-heart/
Lost Heart
Found: Lost Heart
www.wordspace.zone
October 17, 2025 at 3:12 PM
Lost Heart
20251016
Found:
Lost Heart
Dented and dragged about
but still seems to be
in working order—
mostly.
Free to a good home.
No refunds.
No exchanges.
No returns.
#poem #poetry
www.wordspace.zone/lost-heart/
20251016
Found:
Lost Heart
Dented and dragged about
but still seems to be
in working order—
mostly.
Free to a good home.
No refunds.
No exchanges.
No returns.
#poem #poetry
www.wordspace.zone/lost-heart/
Break Free
20251015
The secret truth
of childhood’s end
is that there's no such thing.
The reality is
that we’re all children
all our lives—
most of us pretending
to be grown,
while so few see things
as they really are.
Break free
of the framework
that was never really there.
#poem #poetry
20251015
The secret truth
of childhood’s end
is that there's no such thing.
The reality is
that we’re all children
all our lives—
most of us pretending
to be grown,
while so few see things
as they really are.
Break free
of the framework
that was never really there.
#poem #poetry
Break Free
The secret truth…
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October 16, 2025 at 3:51 PM
Egg
20251015
Just enjoyed
a hard-boiled egg
over the kitchen sink—
which is the best way
to have one, I think.
(Unless, of course,
you could pull one
out of your coat pocket
in Victorian London.)
#poem #poetry
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20251015
Just enjoyed
a hard-boiled egg
over the kitchen sink—
which is the best way
to have one, I think.
(Unless, of course,
you could pull one
out of your coat pocket
in Victorian London.)
#poem #poetry
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Egg
Just enjoyed a hard-boiled egg…
www.wordspace.zone
October 15, 2025 at 3:41 PM
Egg
20251015
Just enjoyed
a hard-boiled egg
over the kitchen sink—
which is the best way
to have one, I think.
(Unless, of course,
you could pull one
out of your coat pocket
in Victorian London.)
#poem #poetry
www.wordspace.zone/egg/
20251015
Just enjoyed
a hard-boiled egg
over the kitchen sink—
which is the best way
to have one, I think.
(Unless, of course,
you could pull one
out of your coat pocket
in Victorian London.)
#poem #poetry
www.wordspace.zone/egg/
Sublime
20251012
sublime…
resplendent…
radiant…
enchanted…
Time stands still.
Some to-name must be writ—
but nothing seems to fit.
Penelope herself could not divine
the spirit of this one who hinders time.
exquisite…
rhapsody!
rhapsody!
#poem #poetry
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20251012
sublime…
resplendent…
radiant…
enchanted…
Time stands still.
Some to-name must be writ—
but nothing seems to fit.
Penelope herself could not divine
the spirit of this one who hinders time.
exquisite…
rhapsody!
rhapsody!
#poem #poetry
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Sublime
sublime…
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October 13, 2025 at 5:35 PM
Sublime
20251012
sublime…
resplendent…
radiant…
enchanted…
Time stands still.
Some to-name must be writ—
but nothing seems to fit.
Penelope herself could not divine
the spirit of this one who hinders time.
exquisite…
rhapsody!
rhapsody!
#poem #poetry
www.wordspace.zone/sublime
20251012
sublime…
resplendent…
radiant…
enchanted…
Time stands still.
Some to-name must be writ—
but nothing seems to fit.
Penelope herself could not divine
the spirit of this one who hinders time.
exquisite…
rhapsody!
rhapsody!
#poem #poetry
www.wordspace.zone/sublime
Cold
20251009
"What a cold and a rainy day…"
she said.
"Where on earth is the sun hid away?"
she asked.
"Nowhere on earth,"
I said,
"or that would be the end of all
in a deadly, searing fireball!"
She hasn't spoken to me since.
#poem #poetry
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20251009
"What a cold and a rainy day…"
she said.
"Where on earth is the sun hid away?"
she asked.
"Nowhere on earth,"
I said,
"or that would be the end of all
in a deadly, searing fireball!"
She hasn't spoken to me since.
#poem #poetry
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Cold
"What a cold and a rainy day…"
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October 10, 2025 at 3:53 PM
Cold
20251009
"What a cold and a rainy day…"
she said.
"Where on earth is the sun hid away?"
she asked.
"Nowhere on earth,"
I said,
"or that would be the end of all
in a deadly, searing fireball!"
She hasn't spoken to me since.
#poem #poetry
www.wordspace.zone/cold/
20251009
"What a cold and a rainy day…"
she said.
"Where on earth is the sun hid away?"
she asked.
"Nowhere on earth,"
I said,
"or that would be the end of all
in a deadly, searing fireball!"
She hasn't spoken to me since.
#poem #poetry
www.wordspace.zone/cold/
Flood
20251008
I dreamed of a flood—
I'm sure it must have had
some deep, foreboding meaning…
You were there…
We weren't afraid
or bothered by it much.
Thick brown water
crept closer
and closer
to where we were shopping—
but we just went up
some wooden stairs
and shopped on a higher floor.
20251008
I dreamed of a flood—
I'm sure it must have had
some deep, foreboding meaning…
You were there…
We weren't afraid
or bothered by it much.
Thick brown water
crept closer
and closer
to where we were shopping—
but we just went up
some wooden stairs
and shopped on a higher floor.
Flood
I dreamed of a flood—
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October 9, 2025 at 8:31 PM
Flood
20251008
I dreamed of a flood—
I'm sure it must have had
some deep, foreboding meaning…
You were there…
We weren't afraid
or bothered by it much.
Thick brown water
crept closer
and closer
to where we were shopping—
but we just went up
some wooden stairs
and shopped on a higher floor.
20251008
I dreamed of a flood—
I'm sure it must have had
some deep, foreboding meaning…
You were there…
We weren't afraid
or bothered by it much.
Thick brown water
crept closer
and closer
to where we were shopping—
but we just went up
some wooden stairs
and shopped on a higher floor.